[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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—————You and I are both possessed by the demon at the end of the world

"Mr. Dazai!"

Pushing away the medical room suddenly, Atsushi Nakajima looked a little panicked.Osamu Dazai sat on the edge of the hospital bed with his head tilted, the hair on his forehead that fell down blocked his eyes.

"What's the matter, Don-kun, so flustered?" Osamu Dazai turned his head and said with a smile, "Could it be that someone called in again?"

"No... no, look at the new magazine I took out of the drawer." Nakajima Atsushi held up the magazine in his hand, and there was nothing unusual on the surface.Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, took the magazine and opened it, not forgetting to tease, "Did Akutagawa-kun write something that surprised Atsu-kun?"

As soon as the words fell, the page he was looking for had already been turned in his hand. The man lowered his head, and the moment the article came into view, his pupils dilated unconsciously.

For some reason, there are no problems with the previous articles, only the newly published articles by Akutagawa Ryunosuke, those articles that should be neatly arranged on the paper, seem to be cursed by some vicious curse, and the ink characters are maliciously Zooming in and out, twisting and rotating, large swaths of ink color infect the entire article, as if someone knocked over all the ink bottles.

"I'm sure no one has touched it. I just unpacked it." Atsushi Nakajima frowned, "And it doesn't look like a printing error at all."

He even felt that the ink-black stains seemed to be alive, twisting and opening their mouths to devour the words.

Osamu Dazai frowned, he reached out and pressed the large ink stains, but there was no response.The man's gaze was fixed on the black ink covered in the text, and he suddenly raised his head: "Dun Jun, what is this article about?"

"I don't know... because I haven't opened it yet..." Atsushi Nakajima said, suddenly a trance appeared in his pupils, "Mr. Dazai, what did Akutagawa write about..."

"No...has Akutagawa ever written before?" Nakajima Atsushi turned his head and stared blankly at the man in the windbreaker. Osamu Dazai frowned suddenly. He suddenly thought of something and stood up and ran out. He took out the last issue of the magazine from his drawer and quickly flipped to the page he had specially bookmarked.

Sure enough, exactly the same happened with that magazine.Osamu Dazai stared closely at the words covered by unknown filthy substances, a rare trace of solemnity appeared in his pupils.

He turned around and strode back to the medical room. The young man was still lying quietly on the bed, and he could even see the lavender blood vessels beneath his pale wrist through the skin.Osamu Dazai walked to the hospital bed, and the white-haired boy looked at him with a blank look in his eyes: "Mr. Dazai? What happened... why is Akutagawa here?"

"No, it doesn't matter, you go out first." Dazai Osamu took a deep breath, turned his head, and raised his usual smile, "The president proposed by Atsushi has been approved, go prepare."

Almost exactly the same as the usual Osamu Dazai, Nakajima Atsushi nodded and left without doubting him.

The arc of Dazai Osamu's mouth suddenly sank after the door was closed, he stood up and stretched out his hand to pull up the curtain, completely blocking the sunlight.The room suddenly darkened, and the smell of cold disinfectant mixed with the smell of alcohol filled the room.

The man's gaze was firmly fixed on the young man's face, but the young man was still sleeping peacefully. He reached out and grabbed the young man's wrist by his side.The icy snake-like temperature was transmitted from the fingertips to the nerve endings of the brain. If it weren't for the subtle, almost invisible rise and fall of his chest, Osamu Dazai would have thought that the person lying on the bed was already a corpse.

He suddenly shuddered at the thought he had just had.

An icy coldness emerged from the bottom of his heart, Osamu Dazai froze in place suddenly, the nerves of his limbs seemed to be temporarily blocked, he turned his head slowly, the face of the young man was reflected in his pupils, as if he had been frozen In the photo, it seemed that time stopped suddenly at that moment, so the young man's face was always in his eyes.

The drawn curtains blocked the harsh sunlight and also isolated everything from the outside world.Wordless silence spreads like the incense of silence in the room.

Tick, tick, tick.

The transparent liquid in the slender hanging needle was delivered into the young man's body through the needle on the back of the hand. The needle seemed to be pierced directly into the bone. Osamu Dazai held Akutagawa's wrist and watched him quietly.

"I never thought of becoming a god." Dazai Osamu suddenly said, he stared closely at the young man's unchanged face, and called his name in a strange tone, "Akutagawa-kun, gods don't love For the world, when Jesus Christ was tied to the cross, the compassion and mockery on his face existed at the same time."

The sound of breathing gradually became dull, as if a huge sponge had sucked the air away.Gradually feeling the heavy oppression in his lungs, Osamu Dazai smiled softly, his hand was still holding Ryunosuke Akutagawa's wrist.

"Suicide, loneliness, the meaning of living, those who care about those illusory things are either madmen or philosophers, but no real philosopher will commit suicide." The man said softly, the quiet ticking sound, like life The end moves clockwise.

His always shrewd brain is now like a rusty gear, and his pupils are covered with a layer of light shadow that the sun cannot reach.The man held the young man's wrist with such force that red marks appeared on the pale skin.

When people are extremely sad, they often produce a more comical expression than crying and wailing, but at this moment Osamu Dazai's mouth is raised, but the white wall is reflected in his eyes.

"Okay, Akutagawa-kun, I know you are not a philosopher, and neither am I." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and smiled silently, "Did you hear the flowing river, with the banks of the river where primroses and pansies are blooming , and the sigh of the river."

"Facing death requires an absolute courage, but life is born from death. I know you are not weak, but you just can't find the meaning of living."

Osamu Dazai had a rare tender look in his pupils: "Me too, there is indeed an inseparable connection between us."

"I'm sorry I lied to you before. At that time, I was just thinking that if I could find the meaning of life for you, then I would also be able to find it. So, even after that, I continued to weave you a An empty shell of lies."

He grasped the young man's slender wrist, with an almost transparent gentleness in his expression.

"And when you finally got rid of that unwarranted sorrow and broke free from that false shell of meaning, I didn't feel any joy. You finally became different from what I imagined, and I I can't stop you anymore."

Osamu Dazai stared intently at the young man's quiet face, his gaze slipped from his forehead to his lips, and then back to the pair of eyes that had never been opened.

"Akutagawa-kun, did you choose 'none'?"

The fingertips felt numb due to excessive force. Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, and his eyes stayed on the young man's wrist with a circle of red marks. feel.

Then, he stood up suddenly and stretched out his hand to open the curtain.The sunlight suddenly filled the whole room again, and the strong smell of disinfectant seemed to be diluted a little by the golden light.

"As Akutagawa-kun said, I'm not a pure suicideist." Osamu Dazai turned around and walked towards the door step by step. He stretched out his hand to open the door, turned his head and said relaxedly.

"Now I have to do one thing first, if Akutagawa-kun still doesn't wake up after returning..."

There was a soft smile on his lips: "I'll pull you down from the window."

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-03-0119:46:18~2020-03-0618:19:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Long Ling;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Plankton~~1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 4 of me among all things; 2 of Xingyan;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：最爱喝奶茶的沫沫15瓶；樱草花12瓶；幕朝颜、灵语馨10瓶；玦何为难砄5瓶；喵喵喵喵喵4瓶；阿念、流浪.2瓶；山卿、小花花送给你、退酱小天使、四夕、穷~~~、何1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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